Dear Future Me Letters

"What do you think, Kenzo? Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?" Three weeks and four days ago was their 7th year wedding anniversary, and she wasn't available, she was never available, not for the first, second, fifth, nor sixth. So, why was she here now? After years of living totally apart despite being married, their main focus was their company, or at least, hers. They married for love, people think they didn't, they think it is a contract marriage, they married for love, or maybe just him. He married her because he loved her and he thought she did too, but maybe he was wrong. Why was she here now? This is a short, fast-paced romance designed to keep you hooked from the first page to the last.

May Myers has a past, she was raped by a stranger three months ago and it has left her on the brink of losing hope of finding the culprit but how? She becomes a P.A to a CEO and the connection between them comes as a shock, in the worst ways. Mr. Clyde is a domineering, arrogant, and insensitive man. May Myers is gentle and soft. She Secretly falls in love with her best friend's father—now her boss. Everything changes when he takes May with him to Rome, she discovers that he isn’t just a CEO, he is also a Mafia boss. What happens to May, when her life gets endangered and is unable to break free? How does love creep into the stony-hearted man? What happens when she discovers that she has a terrible past with him?

she had everything she ever wanted—power, fame, a luxurious lifestyle, and the privilege of being the heiress to the most renowned wealthy family in the city. Her parents fulfilled her every demand, often within minutes. As the designated successor to the family empire, her future seemed perfectly paved. But she gave it all up for love, and hid her real identity. Defying her family’s wishes, she chose to marry the man her heart desired. Yet, it wasn’t the romantic union she had dreamed of. The marriage was nothing more than a signed contract. In exchange for donating her blood to a woman he introduced as his sister, in return she would be paid handsomely. Money, however, was the least of her concerns. She didn’t need it—her wealth was already vast. What she truly desired was his love. She agreed to the arrangement, hoping that in time, he might fall for her. But after four years of marriage, not once did he look at her with affection, let alone a soft smile. But what happens when he finds out she's an heiress to the wealthiest family in the country?

“You belong to me! Mine to touch, kiss, claim and break. Mine alone, Dina!” ____ Unable to pay off her father's debt, Dina was auctioned off to one of the most notorious and ruthless Alphas in the werewolf realm. She thought he was an ordinary man not until she was brought to the werewolf realm, realizing the man who bought her is a werewolf; a species who hates human. She was to be his tool of relief for that one night, which no one had never survived, but she did. She was a weak human girl unworthy of his claim, yet he couldn't take her off his mind. Instead of becoming Alpha Lyko'z plaything, she became his deadliest obsession. But what if there is more to her identity than meets the eye? With enemies lurking around, her ill fate ready to consume her alive, a blind mother waiting for her at home, and a cursed Alpha mate by her side, would they both get the happy ending they expected or the reverse? Read on to find out.

My husband is a stranger. Everyone says I was madly in love with him, that I couldn’t wait to marry him. But when I look into his eyes, all I see is darkness. Cold. And Bottomless. This can’t be love. Not the kind you choose twice. I don’t remember him. Not the wedding, not the vows, not the man I supposedly gave my heart to. But what I do see… makes me question why I ever said yes in the first place. Then the memories come crashing back, a painful memory I wish stayed burried hits me and I understand. I understand why he looks at me with hatred. Why our love was doomed from the start. Why I had to leave. He wouldn’t let me go, so I forced his hand and disappeared. Five years later, fate brings us face to face again. "I can’t live without you, Dear stranger, marry me again." he says. And just like before… My heart remembers what my mind forgot. That a love so deep cuts just as deep. ............. His love will heal her, his rage will burn anyone who tries to hurt her. Ian Quinn Wasn't just passionate, he was explosivey intense. He loved like a storm and hated like a war. He lost her once, this time he will tear the world apart, if it means making her his again.

Madison Wong has come a long way from being a farmer girl. Now divorced and working as a nurse, she's ready to date again hoping to mend her broken heart with a new relationship or at least have some fun while searching for love. Everything changes when she gets an invitation to her high school reunion.

"You're…you're divorcing me on our anniversary? Our fourth anniversary?" He quirked an eyebrow. "So what?" A surge of anger swept through me at his aloofness. "Tell me Jason. Tell me. Did our marriage mean anything to you?" “You could’ve at least let me eat before destroying me,” I said, my lips trembling with the weight of unshed tears. Jason shrugged. “I don’t see the point of dragging it out. It’s done. Sign the papers.” On their fourth wedding anniversary, Jason slides divorce papers over the dining table. Isabelle is bewildered and tries to reason with him but he is adamant and he insists that she signs the papers. Then, Lila, her cousin, appears out of nowhere, visibly pregnant and clings to Jason possessively. Utterly shocked and angered, she signs the papers and leaves the house. When she returns, she is locked out. Just like that she becomes homeless. She wakes up in a cheap motel with no plan, no money, just nothing. She gets a cleaning job but on her way home after the first work day, she collapses. She discovers she is pregnant. By the help of a mysterious man she meets at the club, she leaves town. Years later, she returns to the city, changed, sophisticated and wealthy. What happens when her path and Jason's cross? Is she back for dirty revenge? To crush his world to nothing but dust? Or is there a chance she would take him back? What happens when the mysterious man returns to her life?

We think and we expect! We do this both a lot and without these there is not much to do. Will there be any action without expecting a future from it? If so, then that is amazing. However, it is not in most people’s worlds. And mainly in four people’s world who had this vivid description of expectations for their futures, but ended up with another vivid unexpected futures. Everything was simple from the beginning in their own perspectives, but it was not from the beginning in real sense and it keeps on moving far away from simple with each moment and in the end turns the lives upside down but not the four people’s because one of them got what they want but still went with the flow like an innocent. With that confusion, misconceptions arise and secrets will be revealed along with a clearance of misunderstandings and what not. It all seems to be too much of a trap, but what can anyone do when they really got trapped by the destiny or is it something else. All this can either be described as “What is meant to be always finds a way” or as “Karma is really a bitch”… Let’s see what can be the perfect description…

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

“Mr Daniel, if we abort the baby, her womb might be damaged, the pregnancy is already a month.” “I do not care, doctor, I know what I have invested in your hospital, are you going to defy my orders? That bastard in her womb needs to be removed and I don’t f**king care if the option is taking out her womb, go on with the process..” What? He is going to kill our baby because of Rosa. “Please, don’t harm our baby, our child is innocent.” I begged in a faint voice, he turned to look at me, hoping he would have mercy instead, his Eyes were dead cold, giving me the chills all over my body, “What are you waiting for doctor, get rid of that thing now. “ The doctor signaled his nurses, I struggled but they gripped me as the doctor prepared the injection to kill my baby. “Please don’t kill my baby, please.” I cried out nonstop with everything left of me. I lost my voice as the doctor pierced the needle into my vein, my vitals became weak. I will never forgive Daniel and Rosa. I will make them pay….. Five years later, I returned as a multibillionaire and now the son of the devil that was once my husband wanted me back ,little did he know I am the devil herself. I am here to steal, destroy and ruin his life, the weak Lisa he once knew died that day at the hospital.